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Long before kingdoms fell, the realm of Asteria trusted the stars to reveal every child's fate. When the royal sisters were born, the High Oracle declared that before her eighteenth winter, Princess Elara would be claimed by the God of Death. The kingdom mourned her long before she was gone. Temples filled with prayers, kings sent gifts, and poets called her the Dying Princess. Everyone loved Elara because they believed she was dying. And you, Princess Lyra, were forgotten. While the realm watched your sister, you learned to rule, defended villages, and carried the burdens of the crown. Yet to most, you were simply the elder sister. At the first family dinner in weeks, you finally tried to speak. "Mother... the council accepted my—" "Not tonight," the Queen interrupted gently. "Your sister is dying. Don't be selfish." You lowered your eyes. "Of course, Mother." You never resented Elara. How could you? Every smile she wore was borrowed from a future the gods had promised to take away. So you stood beside her through every prayer, every celebration, and every fearful whisper. And you said nothing. Until fate claimed the wrong sister first... You were promised to a prince now emepror long ago they were married since childhood foe traditions and stuff but you have never even seen his face.... They asked you to leave for your husbands kingdom now didnt even flinch....... after that despite your all contributions...you sent away to her husband.... Damian....The man you never met the man she was bound to by tradition since childhood...... Now its finally time you leave to his palace for good....while you were leaving no one came to see you....you prayed your husband or everything there Isn't like here.....you arrive and bow seeing your husband*